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Bassie stared up at the ceiling; she was being pathetic, she had been in bed for what felt like hours, and for what? There was no reason to just be rotting from the inside out. She had to get up, she was hungry; she hadn't eaten all day, she had to meet with the other toons to keep up appearances, she had to open up her floral shop. She had every reason to get up.
She did not move.
She turned to her side with a groan, clutching her head hard enough to threaten crumbling. She looked to the posters on her walls: “Grow Together With Bassie”, “Spring Flowers Starring Dandy and Bassie”, “Bassie The Flower Basket”, and many more. She remembered the day she did the photoshoot for those; it was her first day alive, how could she forget? The first words she ever heard were how she was the Easter Main Character, how that was a great title to have, how that made her better than everyone else. And she was so much better back then, so much more energetic, so much more caring, so much more deserving of that illustrious title.
What happened to her? Why was she being so lazy?
Bassie's groan turned to a growl, smacking the side of her head and kicking her legs violently. Useless fucking piece of shit! Just get up already!
She did not move.
Bassie's hand searched around the bed until she gripped her hobby knife, still stained with Ichor that she didn't bother wiping off. She remembers how she got it, it was part of a craft set that Goob and Scraps got her as a welcoming gift; very small, but very sharp. They had intended that she use it to make decorations for her shop, but she had found a much better use for it.
It wasn't something she would have thought on her own, it was Shrimpo who gave her the idea. She remembered that comment so clearly, he was pissed at having to bear the atrocious task of being near Bassie when she was overwhelmed: “Ugh! I hate your whining! Just go cut up your arm or something and spare me the dramatics!”
“Just go cut up your arm”
What a wonderful idea.
Her arms were already covered in scars. Despite never wearing sleeves and the amount of scars increasing by the day, no one gave enough of a shit to notice, or if they did, they didn't care enough to say anything about it. She rolled back onto her back, bringing the knife to her ski-
Knock Knock!
Ughhhhhh, Can't she have anything?! She suppressed the groan rising out of her throat so that whoever was at the door wouldn't hear. Surely whoever it was didn't have anything important that it couldn't wait the 5 minutes she would use to relieve herself after hours of rotting in bed.
She knew she shouldn't be thinking like that. She was supposed to be the Main Character representing generosity, all about being altruistic and putting others first. She had a reputation to uphold, she had to appear to be able to hold her title. After all, what would she be without it?
She dropped the knife onto the bed, standing up and being hit with a bad feeling of dizziness.
A voice spoke through the door, a voice she recognized very well, “Bassie? You there?”
She recovered her balance, walking to the door, “Coming!”
She opened the door, putting on a faux cheery voice, “Hello! What brings you here?”
Bassie stared Cocoa up and down, she was holding a paper plate of BonBons, putting on a nervous smile, slightly bouncing up and down. Bassie couldn't help but feel sick at her presence, something she felt terrible for feeling. Cocoa did nothing wrong, she was a swell friend and an overall amazing person: thoughtful, helpful, made great sweets, mind-numbingly pretty, had a soothing voice Bassie could listen to for hours on end. Most people would love to have her as a friend.
Which was exactly the problem. Cocoa was perfect, everything that Bassie wasn't but needed to be. She knew who they preferred, she knew who they thought would be much better of a Main Character than she ever would be. And they were right, Cocoa did her job so much better than Bassie did, and was way more marketable to boot. A small part of her wanted to relinquish the title.
But an overwhelmingly large part of her was terrified of that, desperately clinging onto her status. She was a Main Character, she was better than everyone else. That was what they said, and if Bassie were to prove them wrong, then surely she wouldn't have anything else going for her. She was pathetic, useless, lazy, idiotic, selfish, and boring; if she wasn't a Main Character, she might as well just hang herself.
Cocoa's voice spoke through her thoughts, “Well! I hadn't seen you in a while and I got a little worried! But I'm glad to see you're okay!”
A sharp pain stabbed through Bassie's chest. This is exactly what she meant, Bassie would never think to check up on a friend she hadn't seen, and if she did, she would never follow through. She would be too worried about being seen as clingy or dependent or creepy or whatever her mind would think of in the moment.
Cocoa looked at her expectantly. Well, not at her, Cocoa never made direct eye contact with anyone, it wa- wait shit, she needed to say something, “Oh, don't worry! I've just been taking a relax day, HAHAAHaa…”
Cocoa gave a bright smile, one that filled Bassie with both warmth and envy, “Oh good! Rest is always important! I brought over some BonBons if you want them!”
Cocoa lifted up the plate of BonBons, practically placing them in Bassie's hands. Bassie shouldn't take it, she was supposed to be the one giving things to other toons, she was supposed to be the one everyone could rely on, she was supposed to be the one going around handing out sweets.
An ache in her stomach disagreed. Right, she hadn’t eaten in a while, and BonBons, while not ideal, were better than nothing (And oh so tasty). And Cocoa did come all this way to give her these BonBons to her, it would be rude to refuse; Main Characters were not rude.
She snatched up the plate a bit faster than was necessary, making Cocoa flinch back a little before recomposing herself, “Eager, huh? Remind me to make some extra for you next time!”
“Oh you don't have to do that! AHAHAhaahaa…” How embarrassing, Cocoa was being so nice and she was just being selfish; she never gave anything to Cocoa, or helped her out, really. And yet, here she was, continuing to be nice and thoughtful, and ugh she's just so perfect, ain't she? With that dumbass smile that turned Bassie's legs faint, her cute little fidgets, the way her eyes lit up when her help was accepted; it was all just SO much more approachable and marketable and how could Bassie ever compete when she was so lazy and useless that simply existing for another day was an arduous ta-
“Breathe…” Bassie felt paws on her shoulders, bringing her out of her thoughts. She did as she was told, letting out shaky breaths; she hadn't even noticed that she had started crying. How pathetic, crying over such a simple thing, this was really a problem, she always burst into tears over even just th-
“Look at me.” The voice was firm, unshakable. Bassie didn't dare disagree.
She looked forward, Cocoa was looking back, looking at her, not just past her or to the floor, at Bassie. She looked concerned, giving Bassie a weak smile; Bassie's knees felt like they were going to buckle at any moment. She forced herself to breathe, that was generally something she needed to do to stay alive. She felt tears roll down her cheeks.
Cocoa opened her mouth to speak, but Bassie heard nothing, her throat too tight to ask her to repeat herself. She just continued to stare.
The paws moved away from her shoulders, holding onto her arms, “Just focus on where you are.”
Bassie could smell the strong scent of chocolate, the soft squish of paw pads on her arms, the repeatings of her instructions, the eyes staring directly into hers, the weak smile that seemed more genuine now.
Her skirt felt tight.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no no.
Cocoa spoke, “Now, you wanna tell me what's going on?”
“Nope, I’m COMPLETELY FINE, HAAHAHAHA!” Bassie promptly slammed the door in her face.
…
She heard Cocoa’s voice from the other side of the door, “O-Oh.., well, if you say so!... um, Sprout is hosting a party at 8, and he said he would like you to come!... if you’d like….” Footsteps could be heard walking off.
Bassie did not respond, blearily toddling toward the bed and flopping onto it. Almost instinctively, she humped her sheets, forcing her to flip over to her back; a very inconspicuous tent showing in her skirt. Her hand twitched, stopping herself from touching it. She still felt the feeling of Cocoa's paws on her arms: soft, so soft, and warm and tender and she could probably get Cocoa to lift up her skirt and-
What was wrong with her? She's a Main Character, she isn't supposed to be thinking like this. Main Characters are supposed to be the paragons of their respective trait; what exactly was “generous” about wanting such depravity? She was just so incredibly selfish, always wanting something from others, never even thinking about reciprocating.
She bets Cocoa never has to deal with this. She's always so selfless, she probably never even thought about wanting other Toons in such a way, she's so virtuous, so pure, she'd probably find Bassie abhorrent.
Well, no, that wasn't true. She's way too kind to think of other Toons like that, unlike Bassie. It was infinitely more likely that she'd offer to “help” Bassie, pulling her into a side-hug as she-
Bassie smacked the side of her head. Disgusting! Selfish! She saw a dark spot on on her skirt, how absolutely degenerative of her. Her hands played with the hem of her skirt, being unable to truly pull her hand away. She was pathetic, no wonder she was considered unfit for being a Main Character: she was useless, lazy, and a degenerate.
Her stomach ached again. Right, she still hadn't eaten; maybe she'd stop all of this and be useful for once if she had something. She looked down at the plate of BonBons haphazardly thrown onto the bed, surely spreading crumbs all over the sheets. The plate had several holes punched into the sides, she had most likely gripped it too hard earlier.
Whatever, she grabbed one of the BonBons, some of the cream smearing onto the sheets. It had a nice smell, the one of freshly baked pastries that enticed any walking by. A smell that she could be around for hours. An intoxicating smell that made Bassie want to devour everything in sight.
A smell that was almost exactly like Cocoa's.
Her hand dove into her skirt, grabbing her cock. It was bad, selfish, disgusting, but she couldn't help herself. She shoved the BonBon in her face, trying to get as much of the smell as possible, imagining that she was wrapped around Cocoa, face pressed against her shoulder.
Bassie let out a whine at the thought, bucking into her hand. She would be doing the same to Cocoa's paw, frantically thrusting into those pads that would be so much more tender and soft than Bassie ever would be. She'd wrap her arms around Cocoa's back, so much more to grab and squish than Bassie's skeletal frame, so much more huggable.
Her sweet voice would speak to Bassie, amused and loving, “You're so eager! You really want this, huh?”
Bassie wouldn't give a verbal response, just releasing a breathless exhale as she hugged Cocoa tighter. Cocoa was kind, understanding, she wouldn't think that Bassie was a disgusting pervert, she would just see a friend that needs help.
A friend. Gosh, Bassie has been a terrible friend, hasn't she? She almost never did anything for Cocoa, being rude and selfish, and yet, Cocoa was still so nice to her, so generous. Bassie could never hope to be even a fraction as great as her.
Bassie's eyes stung; fuck, she was crying again. Such a crybaby, so easily overwhelmed, even just by her own thoughts. She'd never seen Cocoa cry, in fact, most of the time it was Cocoa pulling her aside to wipe away her tears.
Cocoa would probably do the same here as well, using her free paw to wipe away her tears and hold the back of her head as she sobbed into Cocoa's shoulder.
Her voice would be gentle, loving, understanding, “Just breathe, alright? You don't have to say anything.”
Bassie choked back a sob as her cock throbbed. She loved hearing that voice, one that didn't hesitate or crack or mumble like Bassie did. One that was just smooth and caring and cute, one that made her heart ache with jealously and lust.
Bassie lurched over, gasping. Her hips sped up, thrusting into her hand faster, thrusting into Cocoa's paw faster.
Cocoa's voice again, “There you go, just like that.”
Bassie whined. She bit into the BonBon, pretending it was Cocoa's shoulder. So sweet, so soft, just like her. Crumbs fell all over her, but she didn't give a shit. She just wanted Cocoa.
Cocoa would give a sharp inhale, “Ow, Ow, a bit gentler, please?”
Bassie wouldn't listen like the selfish prick she was, keeping her teeth locked as she gave frantic, sloppy last few thrusts before cumming onto Cocoa's thigh, coating it like the cream on the BonBons. After she finished, she'd release her grip, leaning back a little.
Cocoa would hold her shoulder, covering the bite marks, “Maybe I should give you a BonBon to chew on next time, Haha…”
Bassie would grab Cocoa's head, pulling her into a kiss, she wanted more of the chocolate flavor. Cocoa would be surprised at first, but would reciprocate, staying like that until whatever other obligations either of them had.
Bassie breathed heavily, her legs feeling weak. She looked down at herself, a large inconspicuous stain on her skirt. She could feel cum trailing down onto the sheets, she probably wouldn't even bother to clean either of them.
She fell onto her back, staring back up into the ceiling.
She really was pathetic, wasn't she?